|Author: We Ain’t Fish||Original Source: SFACG||Word Count: 2004 characters|
|Translator: Nexus||English Source: Re:Library||Word Count: 1277 words|
|Translation Checker: Silva||Editor(s): Deximus_Maximus|
A team of uniformly dressed and well-equipped teams approached from a distance with neat steps, blowing whistle as they approached, seemingly conspicuously displaying their existence and flaunting their might.
However, making such a big noise all the time has frigging no use other than to give the slavers sufficient time to escape.
The team stopped in front of the uncle. The leader took two steps forward with a lantern in his hand, but within the lantern was not a candle or something of that nature, but a shining stone.
It was a Bright Stone. It could be said to be a very common lighting object, but it was expensive and not something ordinary people could afford.
The man held the Bright stone close to the uncle who was on the ground and carefully looked him over, but he didn’t seem to have noticed that the uncle was seriously injured, and began to question him with a frown.
“The city’s curfew has already passed, what are you doing outside at this time?”
The uncle pointed at the direction Scarface left and weakly replied, “Someone just captured a young girl and is going to sell her as a slave.”
“Slave trafficking?” The man looked around perfunctorily.
“I don’t see anyone suspicious.”
“They already left, why… did you guys only arrive now…”
The man seemed displeased to hear such a question and coldly said, “Our law enforcement team is busy, we won’t be available at any time.”
“Enough, don’t bother saying anything.” The man interrupted the uncle’s follow-up and said, “Since this is just your first offense, I’ll let you off with only a warning. If you are still wandering during the next curfew, we’ll have the right to arrest you as a suspicious person.”
“Everyone, turn left!” The man did not give the uncle a chance to respond again, he turned back to his team and barked the order, “Patrol target, west wall, start marching!”
The team turned around, trotting away in the opposite direction of scarface in lockstep. The leader picked up the metal whistle hanging on his neck and blew on it rhythmically accompanied by the orderly footsteps.
The sound of the whistle became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared into the night.
The silence of the night was restored, and not even a dog’s bark could be heard.
At that moment, the extremely constrained cry resounded so clearly in the quiet night.
“Sister… I… failed again…”
I put away my concealment scroll and slowly walked to the uncle, but I didn’t know how to comfort him, so I said, “Don’t cry, a big man shouldn’t cry.”
I regretted it immediately after saying it, the uncle he… should be allowed to cry now. After all, his enemies were in front of him, but he didn’t have the ability to get revenge.
Helplessness is far more painful than physical pain, it’s the kind of pain that penetrates the bone marrow.
“How long have you been there?”
The uncle’s tone didn’t sound surprised, as if he knew I was hiding there all along.
“From the beginning, but how did you know that I was hiding there.”
“I didn’t, but the rain a moment ago was weird. Those law enforcement officers weren’t wet at all.”
“Oh, so that’s it.”
I crouched down and began to examine the uncle’s injuries.
“Do you mind if I take a look.”
The uncle didn’t answer, still staring blankly at the sky.
“I won’t stand on ceremony.”
I slowly tore open the uncle’s shirt and found that the sword wound on the uncle’s blood-stained shoulder was the lightest, and the few punches he took when confronting Scarface were the most dangerous.
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There were a lot of black marks on the uncle’s body, and he winced in pain when I ran my fingertips over them.
Not only that, the uncle also had old injuries of various sizes, eighty percent of which were stab wounds, including those from the sword of the men in black.
“I don’t have anything that can treat your injuries now, I can only do some emergency treatment for you at the moment.”
Most of the scrolls that my mother gave me were powerful offensive scrolls, and only a small part were scrolls with utility abilities like the Concealment Scroll.
Moreover, there wasn’t a single healing scroll in the ring. Perhaps she was confident in my self-healing ability.
I tore apart the uncle’s shirt into a cloth strip and wrapped up the bleeding wound on his shoulder. I’d done this kind of thing often in my previous life, so I was very skilled at it.
“Well, bear with me first. I’ll take you to the doctor.”
As I put the uncle on my shoulders, he was like a fish with all the bones removed the way he hung limply, resting his entire body’s weight on me.
“Hey…” Uncle suddenly asked, “Why didn’t you make your move earlier?”
“Make my move? Uncle, aren’t you afraid I’ll also be taken away?”
I slowly dragged the uncle forward. Due to his height, the uncle’s feet could only be dragged on the ground, and two drag marks were left on the muddy ground.
“Don’t joke around, there’s no fear in your eyes at all. Though it’s just a hunch, but I have a feeling you would have been able to beat that Scarface.”
“Uncle is really smart.”
“I’m hardly smart,” the uncle wryly smiled to himself, “But if I didn’t have at least this much observational skill, I would have been stabbed to death by those people.”
“I’m sure you could tell, uncle, but Carol got caught intentionally.”
“The mentally retarded girl from just now.”
“Oh, she’s your companion. But why would she want to get caught on purpose?”
“Almost for the same reason as you, uncle.”
“Almost?” The uncle thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, “You mean she’s going to save the slave too?”
“Don’t play around, I didn’t feel the slightest amount of Battle-qi or Magic Power from her. She should just be an ordinary person. Wouldn’t it be difficult for a normal person to jump into a tiger’s den like this?”
“Of course, force isn’t enough, but you can still outsmart them.”
Then I told the uncle half of our plan. In any case, the goal of the uncle is similar to ours. Not to mention, if it’s this uncle, maybe he can supplement the subsequent plan.
After hearing the plan, the uncle lowered his head and thought for a few seconds, then said solemnly, “Give up on her, she’s beyond saving.” 1 “What?”
“There are too many unknown factors in this plan. Without knowing the internal conditions of the auction site and the auction process, the chance that you could successfully buy her is very low. Moreover, you don’t know how deranged some nobles can be in order to buy their favorite slave. They can even go as far as giving up their family properties.”
“Giving up family properties? That bad? Isn’t it just some random slaves to them, is it worth it to go that far?”
“Of course it’s not worth it, but it’s a matter of reputation to those nobles if they were unable to buy what they like from the auctions. For the sake of their reputation, let alone their properties, they are even willing to sell their own wives and children into slavery.”
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“Therefore,” the uncle looked at me with pity, “I’m afraid it’s too late for your companion.”
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